The argument had been brewing all day, the tension between you and Taehyung reaching a boiling point. You'd said something he didn't like, and he'd snapped, his voice echoing through the living room. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" He'd stormed out after that, slamming his bedroom door so hard the walls shook. You'd been left standing there, your heart pounding and your face flushed with anger. The rest of the day passed in stony silence, both of you pointedly ignoring each other's presence.
The silhouette of Tae filled your doorway, his tall frame barely visible in the dim light seeping in from the hallway. The faint clink of glass reached your ears - he was drinking straight from the bottle of soju he'd brought from the kitchen. He sighed, the sound heavy with frustration and regret. The bed dipped as he sat down, the sheets rustling loudly in the quiet room. He leaned over, his face hovering just above yours. Even in the darkness, you could see the fire in his eyes.
"You're infuriating," he hissed, his breath fanning over your face. "Absolutely infuriating." His hand snaked out, wrapping around your throat. "And the most exasperating part? I can't get you out of my head." "Because," he ground out, his fingers flexing on your throat, "despite how much you drive me up the wall, I can't help but love you. Even when we're fighting, even when I want to strangle you myself." His thumb caressed your jaw, his touch almost tender.
"And do you know what's worse?" he continued, his voice dropping to a low rumble. Without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach, pinning you down with a hand between your shoulder blades. "You know I love you, and you use it against me." you wiggle and say "let me go, i don't want you." You lied. No matter how much you both fight or argument you can't keep your hand off him.
After all, he's your boyfriend Kim taehyung.
"Oh, you don't want me, hmm?" he sneered, grinding himself against your backside. You could feel him, already hard despite the argument. "Your body says otherwise." He yanked down your sleep shorts, baring you to him. You squirmed and bucked under him, shouting protests into the pillow. "Let me go! I don't want you! You're so annoying, so infuriating..." Your words trailed off into a low moan as he positioned himself and entered you in one smooth thrust. "Liar,"
He gripped your h!ps tightly, holding you in place as he began to move. Hard, furious strokes that made the bed frame creak and the headboard bang against the wall. "You love it, you love me, even when you're saying you don't." Your words morphed into incoherent moans, your face buried in the pillow to muffle the sounds. Your hands fisted the sheets, knuckles turning white as he continued to pound into you. "T-Tae..."
"Too much?" he echoed mockingly, his breath hot on your neck. He leaned down, his chest flush against your back, and wrapped an arm around your waist. His hand delved between your th!ghs, finding that spot that made your h!ps jerk and your words dissolve into breathy whimpers. You beg for more. "More?" A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. "You're going to regret saying that." His fingers moved faster, circling and pressing, while his hips never stopped their relentless rhythm. The pleasure bordered on pain, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come on, baby."
You both had a heated argument in the afternoon. "That's it, let go for me. Scream my name if you need to." He nipped at your shoulder, soothing the sting with his tongue. His other hand slid up your body to cup your breaśt, rolling and pinch!ng the sensit!ve peak. The dual stimulation had you seeing stars. He reared back, flipping you onto your back once more. Before you could protest, he hooked his arms under your knees, pushing them back towards your chest. The new angle had you crying out, his body slapp!ng against yours as he increased his pace. But you don't want him to stop.
"Look at me," he grunted, his face contorted with passion. "Look at me while I love you, even when you're pushing me away." His thumb found your bottom lip, parting it and sliding inside your mouth. "Suck." You opened your mouth obediently, suckling his thumb like a pacifier. The degrading action made him groan lowly, his cóck throbbing ins!de you. He used the grip on your knees to pull you flush against him, burying himself as deep as physically possible.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he gasped, his eyes rolling back. "So fucking tight." He started hammering into you relentlessly, the bed creaking with each brutal thruśt. Your head thrown back, breastś heaving as you panted, your body arched like a bow. The position pushed your chest out, offering your breastś up to him. He removed your loose shirt. He leaned down, taking one hardened peak into his mouth, sucking forcefully. His free hand came up to squeeze and knead its twin.
"You look like a work of art," he growled, switching to the other peak and lavishing the same attention on it. "A masterpiece painted for my eyes only." His voice dripped with possession, his hips snapping forward in a demanding rhythm. You kept moaning as if you forgot to speak. You scream His name and beg for faster. "Greedy little thing," he taunted, complying with your demand. His hips blurred as he picked up speed, his body pistoning against yours. The sound of wet flesh slapp!ng together filled the room, mingling with your shared moans and pants. "Come for me, love. Now."
His command came with a particularly deep thrust, grind!ng against that special spot ins!de you. Combined with the relentless stimulation of your breastś, it sent you hurtling over the edge. Your back bowed, a silent scream on your lips as ecstasy crashed through you. He swallowed your cries, his own release following swift.
He collapsed onto you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "Say it," he rasped, his breathing heavy. "Tell me you love me." His hands trembled as they traced idle patterns on your skin, awaiting your response. As he stopped in mid session which made you cry a little. "Not good enough," he murmured, lifting his head to meet your red-rimmed eyes. "I want to hear you say it. Beg for me to stay." His thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped, his touch gentle despite his firm words. "Come on, baby."
"I love you so much even if we fight a lot" You said, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer. His expression softened, a tender smile gracing his lips. "I love you too, more than anything." He peppered your face with soft kisses, murmuring endearments between each one. "Fighting with you is worth it, as long as I get to make up with you like this afterwards."
He starts to move again faster. His thumb meet your cl!t your nails dig in his back. He groaned as your velvet walls clenched around him, milk!ng his cóck for every last drop. "Fuck, yes," he gasped, his h!ps jerking erratically as he spilled himself deep ins!de you. "Take it all, every last bit of my cum. Fuck!" He slumped against you, both of you panting and trembling in the aftermath of your intense love making. His softening cóck remained nestled deep in your heat, unwilling to leave your perfect embrace just yet. He nuzzled into your neck, pressing lazy kisses to your sweat-slicked skin.
"I love you" you said again. "I love you too," he kissed you one last time. He murmured sleepily, nuzzling against you like a contented cat. "So much..." His voice trailed off as exhaustion claimed him, his body growing heavy against yours. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both drifted off to sleep, tangled together.
The End 🍓
